‘Who?’
‘The guy at the bar.’ I turn in my seat and catch Remy’s eye. ‘Yeah, very funny.’
I turn back to her, still laughing, but she’s looking at me blankly.
‘No,’ she says after a pause. ‘What did you do on Halloween?’
I open my mouth to reply when the bell rings again and, like clockwork, all the men spring to their feet.
‘Nice to meet you,’ I say, but she’s already pulled out her phone and is manically messaging someone.
Another girl from London I met without getting her name. This is becoming a habit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Annie
Penny:
Are you sure it’s him? Did you ask him?
Annie:
I tried! He was acting weird.
Penny: